Wardrobe Diaries

This is 34

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Jumpsuit (worn as pants) | Tee via Daisy Natives | Similar Bag | Similar Sandals | Natalie Borton Earrings

So 33 wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Remember this post? Yeah, no dice. The last 365 days were just as hard as 32 and 31. I still suffered from depression, we were renting out our townhouse, motherhood was still hard EVERY.SINGLE.DAY, and I even tarnished some important relationships along the way. The last year was a lot more trial and error than I’d anticipated, but along the way, I did learn some life lessons. If not for nothing, the past 365 days taught me a thing or two about life…at least I hope so.

What I learned this past year:

I’m high maintenance. I never would classify myself as a high maintenance person but apparently, I am – my hair, my skincare routine, the process in which I get dressed, and how I have to be craving a certain food in order to eat it – if that’s not high maintenance I don’t know what it is. Sure, I may not be as high maintenance as most, but there is a little maintenance required, I just asked my husband.
I’m sensitive. It pains me to admit this a little bit. In the past, I wouldn’t necessarily say I’m a sensitive person because I’m a “suck it up and move on” type of female. But what I’ve learned is that it’s not that I’m not sensitive, it’s that I don’t know how to communicate my feelings, so I brush them aside and move on. Trust me, this is something I’m working on.

My memory is garbage. This is actually something I already knew, but I feel like it’s getting worse as I age. In this next year I really want to do something to work on improving my memory. I’m pretty sure there’s an app for that, isn’t there?
I don’t like to be defined. In true millennial fashion, I don’t like labels. I don’t like to pigeon-hole myself when it comes to the personal style, my parenting style, my ethnicity, or the fact that I’m a millennial even though I don’t like to admit it.
It’s okay to distance yourself from people. Thing have happened this year that put a strain on very important relationships in my life. In the process, I thought I was going to go crazy and was in a really bad place. Because I didn’t want to tarnish those relationships I kept putting myself though hell. I finally had to distance myself in order to keep my mental health in check. I still don’t know if it was the right choice but I can’t grapple with it anymore.